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just like children, I love them equally

So you may recall the competition I entered and won last year, and the amazing prizes. A brand new Brother NV1800Q amongst the winnings. I do love her.

But Christmas last year I received an envelope. A letter [the original in Spanish below] with this story.

This is my life story. My country of birth Great Britain, I was born on 20 May 1946, my family consists of 30,000 sisters of excellent reputation and we were certified ED 77514 8. We migrated to different countries. My group was destined for Australia we were placed in different locations and so it was there that we became famous and wanted. So it was destined I wait for a while until someone was interested in me and took me home and there I was to start a new beginning in my life and be part of another family. I felt at home rather quickly and they gave me love and cared for me, logically I had to work and thus took years, until one day they left me abandoned. I was too old and my presence had deteriorated and because of my age I worked slowly. After a period of neglect in a corner, they decided to take me to the markets where I was bound to be acquired by another person. I had no success as several people looked at me with pity for my poor state, asking questions about my life, no doubt I was too old and no one was interested. Finally after many hours of waiting, a good Samaritan looked at me with a desire to take me in, and so I had a new home, I spent a few months there, they were interested in changing my image, over a few weeks I was glad to see my changed appearance and looked very presentable. I was happy knowing that I would spend the rest of my life there but this was not the objective, but it was to be gifted to the person who asked questions at the markets. The person that left without considering that while I cannot work I could be a part of her home and as such be proud to show me off to her visitors. My name is Singer ED 775148.

So the person who made the enquiry at the markets was me. I did ask and eventually walked away. Little did I know my parents returned that afternoon, bought her, took her home, restored her with the intent to gift her to me. My dad did an amazing job in giving her a new lease of life.